KR021 Vibracathedral Orchestra 'Unnatural With Pain-Relief' LP

The A-side drops straight into one of those time evaporating sleight of hand from a simple stack of loops. A tidal guitar figure wraps around sparse ricocheting foundations of moire percussion as harmonic resonances flow in and around the space, segueing into one of the most beautiful pieces VCO have ever captured to tape. A truly glorious cascade of pentatonic feedback augmented by circling horn ascensions and the ever present hand drum & shaker, rattle & oomph.

The B-side was recorded on the same binaural bonce as the A but instead is a fully blown-out NO-FI blast, documenting a performance at Cafe Oto and features trap-star Chris Corsano. A wild, snow blind, open cranium trip. Chris' drums flatten to a blur of metallic clatter, spiky overtones and room levitating bass drum punctuation. Ideas rise and fall from within the maelstrom of their ritual; a 2 finger tonebank solo teeters on the brink of its own crisis, the occasional astral whizz-bang floats around the ear space drawing out your minds focus, a bloated, head-nodding bass riff appears, everyone gets involved. The shred goes seriously out, taking every head and item of furniture not nailed down with it.

Art by John Godbert, design by Michael Flower, mastered and cut by Lewis Hopkin.

KR017 Our Love Will Destroy the World 'Blue Eyes Are My Reward' LP

Jawdropping new collection of crop circles etched in sonic candy-floss by New Zealand’s beardsmith / noise-farmer Campbell Kneale. Rated by the horses mouth as the best thing he ever made, EVER, ‘Blue Eyes Are My Reward’ shimmers like an icicle-clad forest resplendent in its own crystalline magnificence. Snakecharming groove, dublike boomph, and bleary eyed strum blast the path out of a decidedly greying world of so-so metalized myspace drone, into a miniaturized drone-prairie of superpowered starshine and dazzling stellar-commotion. Beyond the tyrannous clutches of omnipresent zeroes and ones, the macro and micro merge into an all encompassing nowhere of sound, each expansion checked by equal contraction like Messiaen's 'modes of limited transportation' scrambled by the Large Hadron Collider and replayed by one of those little twinkly watch reflections that occasionally dance around on the roof. Beautiful. 180g Vinyl, everything by Campbell.

KR014 Astral Social Club / Glockenspiel Split 7"

Wheezing skyward born machine groans and gasped tremolo root to a kinetic pulse, while distant melody zones ascend to circulate around the bass flex on this face chewer by Neil Campbell. On the flip is the first vinyl cut by Glockenspiel, flocculent tones weave with tom rub and bowed metal harmonics, drifting on the back of a drum dub to the heart of a snow-blind haze of feedback, amplified string scrape and analogue electronics. Art by Noah Campbell.

2 sides of bent frown jazz from the hardcore supergroup of Lorenz, Yeh and Jewell. Side a comes on all fifth dimension hard think: violin scrunch and squeal, hard tom rub and dense harmonic blowing pushed right to the front of your brain box, jams a frantic fanfare with locked horn and strings before giving in with a wheeze and a tinkle. Side b's call and answer shies away as fragments fragment into bowed skin, seesaw string microtone and rasped mouthpiece until spunk rock free jizz looseness explodes in downtown turntable street. Artwork by WYVERN.